The Sun Down Motel Novels & Stories

He deserved the chance to know, so when my child ask me about their father, I can tell them he was a douchebag and a failure without any guilt. Lydia drove me to a motel on the edge of town, a place called The Sunset Inn that had probably been nice in the seventies and has been slowly decaying ever since. The sign out front flickered on and off like it couldn't decide whether to commit to being lit. The parking lot was cracked and full of weeds, and a man in a stained undershirt sat on the balcony of a room, smoking a cigarette and watching us like we were the most interesting thing he'd seen all week. "You're really not going staying at my parents' house?" Lydia asked, turning off the engin

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

This is his second shot on finding whatever the hell happened twelve years ago, he is not about to let go to waste. Sebastian stares at the motel feeling a little less like home but that is all he can manage for now. On the outside of it stands a group of girls dressed in summer dress, and high boots. A few meters to their right are some bikers forever in their dirty sleeveless tops and leather trousers. Their indistinct long dusty beards force them to stand out from the rest of the crowd making their way past the motel. Sebastian feels the need to double check the lock of his car before making his way towards the building. The building is a small one with a flashy signpost and motel visibl

(This episode contains 18+ content) Sophie P.O.V I rolled over to see the sun peaking through the dark drab curtains that hung in the motel room. I hadn’t taken the time last night to look at my surrounding. The room was quaint fashioned with basic colours. There was a small round table over by the door, two chairs and a two-seater sofa next to it. On the wall hung a TV that could also be viewed from the bed that jutted out on the opposite wall. I looked over to the closed door which housed the bathroom and smiled at the memories made in there.

" The line went dead. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, tears dripping down the sides of my face. So that was it. Emily had been cheating on me way earlier than I ever imagined. And she went this far for Jake. I thought about the last few years. Her death made my entire life meaningless. The only way I could fall asleep was handful after handful of pills. Sleep was the only place I could still see her face. I remembered our wedding day. Emily said she was the happiest woman in the world. We'd been through so much together. But now, maybe because I was finally seeing things clearly, I just felt numb. I didn't even have the energy to hurt anymore.

he grumbled. "Where did she end up?" I growl, speeding past slower cars that seem to only be out to annoy the hell outta me. What the hell do they think they are doing when I need to get to my girl? I would give my whole damn company just to have a cop car right now! "Some old hotel that shut down back in the 90's and was never demolished. It's called Sunrise Hotel. The address is 3121 Sunrise Drive," he rattled off.

“He’ll text you. You’ll have to sign a form. I’ll lower the car, and he’ll get one of his machines to move it further in. You can check it tomorrow.” She leaned back looking tired and annoyed. “Okay. Do you guys have motels? Where I can spend the night?” I frowned. “Forgive me for prying, but darlin’, did you not make any prior plans? Dusty Creek shut down its former motel. All we’ve got is some inn, that isn’t open to non-locals at this time of the season.” “Shit!” she groaned and moved her upper body forward, I shoved my hand between her forehead and the dashboard.

God, I hoped my sister was okay. The location pin Andrea sent led us to a rundown motel in the Bronx. It might have once been painted pink, but now the walls were a muddy brown, mixed with the dirty green and grey of mold crawling up exposed pipes. The parking lot was empty, save for a beat-up Honda with the bumper missing and a bicycle with a knife sticking out of one of the tires. A neon sign in front of the motel read Haven Motel, but several of the letters were burned out, so it glowed as ‘av n M te.’

"We would be waiting at least two hours, probably more. And I don't like the way those guys are looking at us." "There," Adrien said suddenly, pointing down the block. A sign read "STARLIGHT MOTEL" in faded blue letters, half of them burned out. It looked like the kind of place that rented rooms by the hour, but right now it looked like salvation. "We get a room, wait until morning, then deal with the car." The motel lobby smelled like cigarettes and Pine-Sol. A bored elderly man sat behind bulletproof glass, watching a small television that played an infomercial for kitchen knives.

"Hahahaha. I'm sorry. Was that you? asking a favor from me? I thought you knew everything!" Andrew laughed at his words. Pia Drew stood there for a moment with her usual face but getting a little annoyed already. Andrew composed himself. "Okay. Sorry, it's just....it sounded like a joke. but okay what's the deal, Sunny?" "I'm paying you. I mean my dad will be paying you. Treat this as a tutorial." "Are you kidding me? how much are you gonna pay? a million?" "come on star boy, can't you give me a discount?"